Chapter 864

Feng Zhen, who was turned into the ditch by Wei Ci, thought hard for a long time and never got a clue. The former kindly made him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Feng Zhen thanked him as he took over.

As soon as his lips touched the edge of the cup, he suddenly regained his mind. No - he was almost fooled by Wei Zixiao.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that Wei Ci's eyebrows were like frowns, and his eyes were like paint, flashing a thick melancholy color.

When Feng Zhen saw this, he couldn't help but soften his heart. He was stunned and swallowed the words from the stem in his throat back to his stomach. He didn't continue to make trouble for Wei CI.

"I'm very tired. I'm bothering your house for a while today." Feng Zhen's eyes turned, and a thought came out of his heart. He brazenly said, "looking back, you and I used to sleep and talk about world events all night. Now when I think about it, it's been so long."

Weici glanced at him with his remaining light and said, "there are still rooms idle in the house."

It's not that Wei CI is stingy. It's really that Fengzhen's sleeping face is as good as Lv Zheng's. He is also a figure who sleeps from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

Feng Zhen was small and weak, but he had a thick skin and went to Weici's master bedroom.

Taking advantage of Wei Ci's efforts to take a bath, he boldly took off his clothes, and only his bedroom clothes remained all over. He rolled into his bed. Wei CI is a bit of a cleanliness addict. His bedding is changed and washed regularly. Even in today's sweaty weather, the bed is still clean and tidy, emitting a fresh and natural fragrance everywhere. Anyway, it's better than Fengzhen's doghouse bedroom.

When Wei CI cleans up and is ready to go to bed, Feng Zhen has fallen asleep on all fours. His clothes are slightly open and his temples are messy. The whole person opens in big characters, and one person occupies most of the position. Now it's still hot and easy to sweat. Feng Zhen doesn't even have a bath. He rolls directly on his bed... Wei CI thinks that when Feng Zhen wakes up, he must wash this bed three or five times.

Wearing a moon white bedclothes, Wei CI slept on his side outside the bed. Sleepiness surged up and his consciousness sank into sleep.

At this time, Feng Zhen deliberately lowered his voice.

"Zixiao? Zixiao? Are you still awake?"

Weici opened his eyes with great effort and answered vaguely, "what's the matter?"

Feng Zhen said, "when it comes to sleeping with feet, I suddenly think of something. You and your Lord seem to have shared a bed and slept with feet?"

Wei CI listened and stared, but he was highly vigilant about anything related to Jiang Pengji.

When he straightened out the content of Qingfeng's real question, he was suddenly shocked and sleepless.

"Feng Zishi, if you don't want to sleep, go back to your house early!"

Feng Zhen supported his cheek with one hand and looked sideways at Wei CI. His flawless white jade face was full of complex emotions, including shame, shock and fear of being exposed. It has to be said that this greatly satisfies Fengzhen's evil taste.

"No! I won't go!" Feng Zhen climbed onto the bed, hugged the pillow with his hands, and touched a roll of things with his fingertips.

He reached out the first mock exam and took out the scroll. It was a painted scroll carefully picked up.

Before he could react, Wei Ci's face changed again and rushed over abnormally.

Fengzhen subconsciously hid, avoided Wei Ci, relied on his sharp body shape and ran away with the painting axis.

He didn't want to open the scroll, but Weici's reaction was too abnormal.

"Tut -- the precious thing at the head of the bed, isn't it the fire escape map you look at for fun and self profanity on weekdays?"

Feng Zhen escaped quickly, and his hands and feet were open to open the painting. Wei Tzu also put up a mouse, so he could not catch up.

"Fengzishi!"

Wei Ci was so angry that he took off the long sword beside the bed and pulled out the sheath with a brush, which made Feng Zhen's cold hair explode.

Really?

Feng Zhen took a quick look at the content of the painting. When he saw it clearly, his eyes fell on Wei CI with a bit of strangeness.

Without him, the woman in the painting is not someone else, it is Jiang Pengji.

The woman in the painting lies on the flowers and sleeps. Her strokes are delicate and real. It is quite different from the current paintings that pursue freehand brushwork. This painting pursues more truth. The woman's eyelashes are slender and her eyelids tremble slightly. It seems that she wants to open her slightly drunk eyes and reveal her clear and watery eyes.

That's all. However, the dress of the woman in the painting is very bold, which is very different from the current conservative creative style.

With narrow sleeves and half arms, two snow-white white wrists are exposed. The skirt is so huge that it is as gorgeous as a blooming peony. In contrast, the skirt is a little short, which can only cover the lower legs, revealing two small feet, and two silver rings with bells hanging on the slender ankles.

The woman slept soundly because she was drunk. There were scattered petals of beautiful women sleeping around. The whiter the white, the redder the red.

The nearby rockeries overlap, and the environment is remote and quiet, but there is such a thrilling beauty here, as if you saw it with your own eyes.

Feng Zhen glanced at the signing time and raised his eyebrows.

"Lord, you were only twelve at that time, and you had so many thoughts?"

The scroll was signed six years ago, the first month after Wei Ci's rebirth.

At that time, when the beauty was sleeping in full bloom, Wei CI saw the petals withering all over the ground, and the past memory appeared in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't bear to draw.

Now when he thought about it, he was so regretful that his intestines were green.

Fengzhen has always been a man who can't hide his words. I'm sure he can't reveal a word to the Lord at any time.

Although in front of Jiang Pengji, Wei Ci's Vest had long been stripped off, he still had half hope.

"Take it back!" Wei CI held his sword to Fengzhen, and his heart became more and more anxious.

Although Feng Zhen is not afraid of death, he knows the truth of relaxation and can't force Wei CI into a hurry.

The rabbit bites when he is anxious, not to mention Wei Ci, who is good at fencing.

"OK, give it back to you." Feng Zhen didn't dare to throw the painting away at will. Instead, he rolled it up and handed it back to Wei CI. He said, "I've never seen anyone more hesitant than you. You just denied it. Now the evidence is so strong that I don't know what else you can say."

It's enough to draw such a picture in private. I even hid the picture scroll next to the master bedroom pillow.

What's that thought, still using analysis?

Weici put his sword back into its scabbard, but the gloom on his face did not dissipate.

Feng Zhen asked with a quick smile, "aren't you afraid of death?"

Weici just said that "leaving the father and keeping the son" is the best way. Now he is happy with the Lord, but he denies it in every way, which makes people think more.

Of course, Feng really knows Wei Ci's temperament, and the so-called fear of death is even more impossible.

Feng Zhen was ready to listen to Wei Ci's explanation. Looking at his embarrassed appearance, he didn't expect Wei Ci to show a trance look.

"If you were afraid... Kindness would not have been from..."

Wei CI narrowly stopped his mouth and didn't say the last "cut".

Otherwise, once Feng Zhen's ability to cause trouble, don't you get to the bottom?

Feng Zhen saw that the alarm was lifted and immediately became confident again.

"Look at you. I'm afraid you've had a deep love for the Lord for a long time." In Feng Zhen's opinion, Wei CI had a crush on others six years ago. She was still a 12-year-old girl... She really had enough birds, animals and animals. "It's better to express her mind early than to suffer so much from herself?"